Dream CXXXIX

I was staying in a luxury suite in a large hotel in Las Vegas working on some computer projects.  While working, I happened to hear a loud roar coming from overhead.  I looked out the window toward the desert and I saw a small explosion near the horizon, which turned into a mushroom cloud.

I quickly ran to the center of the room, as far from the windows as I could get, but then I glanced back at the portion of the huge window I could see.

In moments, a blinding bright light soon filled the entire glass.  When the brightness faded, I quickly went to scan the news, settling on the Los Angeles Times.

It seemed an Iranian missile had detonated outside Las Vegas, though the story seemed to imply that it was entirely expected.  I called various people to try and get some more information, but the only information available was very sketchy.

I wen to one of the other floors and spoke with some of the other folks who were working on my project.  They were talking to the local cable company about the interruption to the service, though neither side seemed to be making much progress.  Finally they handed the phone to me.  "Everything seems to be fine with the cable," I told the service lady.

"Okay, then who's going to pay for this call?" she asked me, a little irked.

"Pay for this call?  Lady, we may be at war, so probably no one," I said, and she said "War?" as I hung up.

I went to the ground floor to visit some more fellow workers.  They were attaching a camera to their pickup truck to try and get some images, but the camera was pointed firmly at the ground.  I helped them to fix this, and they drove toward the explosion.

I got in my van to go see my doctor.  When I got there, she was standing outside.  She told me the parking lot was full, so she'd have to examine me in the van.  She got in the back and I drove over toward the curb to park.  She told me to keep going, so I got back onto the road and pulled through the next light, figuring she would ask me to park at the nearby drug store.

Finally, she asked me, a bit distractedly, to drive back to the parking lot of her own building and she'd examine me there.